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How Could I Ever Leave You
Sitting on this
midnight train,
Traveling in my
nightmares that are day-to-day
Looking out of the
bleeding window,
Haunting memories
pasted in layers,
Every one of these
years spent loving only you,
Cannot believe you
walked out the door,
Visions of you
together with me, burnt in my head.
Turning away, I
crumpled on the floor,
Being shoved from
this cloud of love,
When I shut my
eyes, hit the earth,
Though I keep
dropping faster than time,
Crash without sound
to memories,
Would have given up
my life for you,
You vowed that you
just would not leave,
Here I am alone and
so cold.
Your words of love
I always believed,
As life has just
begun still breathing,
Unleash sadness
from my heart that is black,
Or am I past the
point of no return,
Please go back to
me, my love.
Needing back your
love in my heart,
Begging you'll
return to stay,
Tired of drowning
in my tears,
Expect to come out
of the midnight train.
With your hands in
mine someday,
Waiting for you,
How could I ever
leave you?
Always needed you
here with me.
To our love, I Will
always be accurate
Rough winds do
shake the darling buds of May,
And lease hath all
too short a date.
Sometime too hot
the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his
gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from
fair sometime declines,
Changing course,
untrimmed;
But thy eternal
summer shall not fade,
Nor shall death
brag thou wand rest in his shade,
So long lives this,
and this also gives life to thee.
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love.
The Passionate
Shepherd to His Love.
And we will prove that
valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steep
mountain yields.
And we'll sit upon
the stone,
Seeing the
shepherds feed their herds,
By shallow rivers
to whose falls
Melodious birds
sing madrigals.
And I'll make thee
beds of roses
And a thousand
fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers,
and also a kirtle
Embroidered all
with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the
finest wool
Fair lined slippers,
With buckles of the
purest gold;
With coral clasps
and amber studs:
And whether these
pleasures may thee move,
Be with me, and be
let’s dwell together in love.
For thy delight
each May morning:
If these delights
thy mind may move,
Live with me and be
my love.
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